Thump!
Old Yang knelt directly on the ground, pleading for mercy, "Miss Jiang, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it!"
"Brother Si, have you drunk too much? Why are you kneeling to this damn woman? She's just the chick of that bicycle-riding pretty boy!"
Wang Hu reached out to help Old Yang up, his face full of confusion and bewilderment!
Slap!
"Damn, kneel down, this is the precious daughter of the Qingxue Gang's leader, Miss Jiang Feifei!"
Old Yang was almost in tears. He originally didn't dare to mess with Jiang Feifei, and now Wang Hu even dared to insult her. Wasn't this like lighting a lamp in the toilet, seeking death—or in this case, shit?
"Hmph, go back and tell your father to apologize to my father in person!"
Jiang Feifei didn't intend to trouble the other party any further, and with a cold snort, she sat down, but she cast a glance at Wang Hu, already thinking about having someone teach this brazen fool a lesson.
"Come on, time to pay up!"
